Fall
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
More than ten minutes later, the truck stopped by the roadside.
In front, there was a shelter building.
Mo Jiawei took the lead and jumped down from the truck. He took out a telescope to observe the shelter in the distance, then lowered his head to compare the map in his hand.
"God, this place was originally a geological research base in the wild. After the Zombie Apocalypse, it was abandoned. After the Federation conquered it, it was transformed into a large-sized shelter."
Fang Heng, Lucia and the others got off the truck and looked at the target building from a distance.
"It looks pretty good. Let's start now."
Fang Heng rubbed his shoulders.
The war against the Federation for the Hila's tissues had long been planned. He had prepared a welcome gift for the federal shelter in advance.
"Chi... Chi Chi..."
The metal buckets on the trailer at the back of the truck were pushed up one by one.